Live House CiRCLE - Front Desk
June 7, 2021 - Monday - 4:00 P.M.
Riku's POV
The day at Hanasakigawa had ended on an unexpectedly pleasant note. I half-expected Kaguya to cause some sort of stir the moment she officially joined the school, but she behaved herself far better than I imagined. There were curious stares, sure—she had that aura that drew eyes no matter where she went—but she handled everything with calm grace, a faint smile on her lips as though the entire ordeal amused her.
After homeroom, curiosity got the better of me, and I asked why she chose Hanasakigawa over the many other schools in Fukushima. She gave me her usual composed smile, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear, and explained that the decision wasn't entirely hers. Yuyuko-san had apparently suggested it. According to her, this was an opportunity—one to reconnect with me and to expand her circle of friends beyond the ones who frequented Eientei. I could tell from Kaguya's expression that she didn't dislike the idea. In fact, there was a faint glimmer of anticipation in her eyes that she probably didn't realize was there.
When lunchtime came, I brought her along to meet some of the second-year students. Mafuyu joined me as usual, quiet but attentive, while Kasumi practically vibrated with excitement the moment she saw Kaguya. She even pulled out a signing pad from her bag and asked for her autograph, beaming like a kid meeting her childhood hero.
Kaguya blinked, tilting her head in confusion. "An autograph? Whatever for?"
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "They recognize you as the Kaguya-hime from the old stories. You're practically a celebrity to them."
That mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, and she smiled knowingly before scribbling her name in flowing strokes. The confidence on her face was enough to make me reach out and lightly smack her on the back of the head before she could start getting full of herself.
Kasumi laughed, clutching the autograph like it was a sacred treasure, while the rest of the group gathered around with eager questions about the moon, immortality, and the mysterious "moon rabbits." Kaguya handled them with an almost regal patience, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention more than she wanted to admit.
Things only grew livelier when she reunited with Kokoro. The two immediately embraced, laughing like children, their bright voices echoing through the courtyard. Their conversation quickly veered into a whirlwind of wild ideas and over-the-top plans that sounded one step away from chaos.
Beside me, Misaki crossed her arms with a wary look. "Should I be worried?"
"Not yet," I said dryly. "Kaguya knows when to hold back."
That seemed to calm her until I added, "Though she does have a habit of doing weird things and dragging people along for the ride."
Misaki's brow twitched. "That's… not reassuring."
I smirked. "Relax. She won't cause trouble. Not while I'm here."
It was true. For all her eccentricities, Kaguya had a sense of restraint—she just needed someone nearby to remind her where the line was.
When Kokoro asked where she was staying, Kaguya mentioned she'd purchased a penthouse near the Nagae Estate. I remembered that particular building—it stood on a hill overlooking the city, quiet, private, and less than a fifteen-minute walk from home. It suited her perfectly: elegant and unreachable, yet still within reach of familiarity.
Once classes ended, I asked what she planned to do for the rest of the day. She told me she still had unpacking to finish; apparently, she had only taken care of the essentials so far. I offered to help, but she waved me off, saying that a few moon rabbits were already assisting her. That earned her a long, tired stare from me.
"Just… don't let Tae see them," I warned.
She tilted her head slightly. "And why not?"
"Because she has an unhealthy obsession with rabbits."
That made her blink before she nodded, expression serious. "Understood."
At least she listened.
By the time I made it to CiRCLE, the day had settled into a comfortable rhythm. Aya and Hatate had taken the day off, which meant the responsibility of keeping things running fell entirely on me. The front desk was quiet, the faint hum of instruments from the rehearsal rooms forming a steady backdrop as I updated the event schedule. It was peaceful in that rare, fleeting way—a quiet pocket between the constant noise of rehearsals and chatter.
Then the doors swung open with an unmistakable burst of energy.
"Konnichiwa, owner-san!"
Saki's cheerful voice filled the room before I even looked up. Right on cue. Leo/need had arrived.
I turned from the counter, smiling faintly as the group filed in. "Right on time, girls. I was starting to wonder when you'd show up."
Ichika returned the smile, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "Normally, we'd be here before four, but… someone wanted to talk to you first."
"Me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded and stepped aside, along with Honami, revealing four unfamiliar faces behind them.
The first girl was striking—light blue hair that cascaded in soft waves down her shoulders, part of it falling gently over one eye. Her matching blue eyes held a calm, mesmerizing quality, and a small beauty mark rested near the corner of her lip. The second girl beside her had short blue hair, cleanly cut and tidy, her expression serene yet observant.
The third was a burst of color and movement, with long coral-pink hair tied into two loose pigtails near the top of her head, messy but charming, and reddish-pink eyes full of life. The last girl had light brown hair that fell to her shoulders, the right side braided and clipped back with a flower-shaped pin of orange and white. Her light grey eyes reflected a quiet warmth.
All four wore the Miyamasuzuka Girls' Academy uniform, similar to Leo/need's but with slight differences in the ribbon colors and trims.
The blue-haired girl with the beauty mark stepped forward first, bowing politely. Her voice was soft, melodic. "A pleasure to meet you, owner-san. I'm Hinomori Shizuku. Thank you for taking care of Shi-chan."
Her voice carried such effortless grace that it caught me off guard. For a brief moment, I nearly felt my face warm before my mind caught up—Shiho had mentioned an older sister before. But…Shizuku….it felt familiar for some reason…
"Hinomori?" I asked, regaining my composure. "So, you're Shiho's sister."
Shizuku smiled gently. "That's right. Shi-chan's been talking about you a lot lately. It got me curious."
Behind her, Shiho sighed, her voice low and embarrassed. "Onee-chan…" She lightly punched Shizuku's arm, earning a soft laugh from her older sister. The easy affection between them was obvious—quiet, natural, and unforced.
The short-haired girl gave a polite nod next. "I'm Kiritani Haruka. Nice to meet you."
The coral-haired one bounced forward, smiling wide. "I'm Momoi Airi! It's so nice to finally meet you!"
And the one with the flower pin followed with a graceful bow. "Hanasato Minori. It's an honor to meet you, Riku-san."
I nodded, crossing my arms. "Likewise. Though I think I can already tell who you four are. MORE MORE JUMP, right?"
Their reactions were almost identical—wide eyes, stiff shoulders, and a ripple of surprise.
Shizuku blinked. "How did you know that?"
I couldn't help but smirk. "Shiho mentioned it before your group performed here at CiRCLE. Besides, you're not exactly unknown idols." I leaned slightly against the counter. "I'm guessing this visit isn't just for introductions, though. You wanted to talk about the SEKAI, didn't you?"
Haruka hesitated for a moment, exchanging a look with the others. "You're not wrong about that," she admitted. "But… that's only part of the reason we came."
"Oh?"
She reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. "The real reason is that someone else wants to see you."
Curiosity stirred in me as she connected her phone to the PC at the desk. The screen flickered to life, light illuminating her focused expression before giving way to two familiar faces that made me straighten almost instantly.
A young boy and girl appeared on the screen—twins with short blond hair, their eyes bright and filled with the same spark of mischief they'd always had. Each wore a matching white ribbon tied neatly in their hair.
For a moment, silence fell. My chest tightened, not with discomfort, but with something older—nostalgia, maybe.
"So," I said slowly, a faint smile tugging at my lips, "these two wanted to see me." My gaze softened. "Good to see you again, Len. Rin."
The twins grinned through the screen, their blue eyes bright with recognition. Kagamine Rin and Kagamine Len—the twin voices that once carried an entire generation of melodies. Two of the six virtual singers my mother had created for the SEKAI. Seeing them again after all these years was like opening a long-sealed box of memories I hadn't realized I'd locked away.
"Riku!! It's been too long!! And look how much you've grown!!"
Rin's voice practically echoed through the room the moment she appeared on the monitor. Her eyes sparkled the same way I remembered—bright, full of that boundless cheer only she could pull off.
"Good to see you in high spirits, Rin." I smiled faintly, folding my arms. "And you too, Len. Been a while."
Len gave a polite nod. "Good to see you too, Riku. When we heard from Shizuku that she'd be meeting you, we asked her to bring us along."
"And she agreed, right?"
Rin lifted a hand in a proud salute. "Hai! Of course! So this is the place you've been working on…"
"Yup." I gestured around the open studio floor, where the soft glow of monitors and instrument lights painted the space in warm tones. "This place will be the starting point for any aspiring musician who wants to make a name for themselves."
Minori, who had been watching the exchange with curiosity, tilted her head. "You're talking as if you're retired, Riku-san."
I exhaled a soft chuckle. "I am retired—technically." I leaned against the desk, eyes on the large display where the twins' faces flickered gently. "I stepped away because there are still things I need to settle here. Once everything's calm, maybe I'll come out of retirement. But for now… I'm taking advantage of the quiet. Performing week after week for a full year takes its toll, even on pros. Rest is part of the job."
I caught Minori's attentive gaze and added, "And since you're idols, take that as advice from a fellow pro. Rest when you can. Burnout kills faster than any bad review. You girls are still young and full of promise—it'd be a damn shame if that potential got wasted early."
Airi raised her hand like a student receiving a lesson. "We'll take these words to heart, owner-san!"
I sighed in amusement. "Just call me Riku. Ichika and the others call me owner-san because they work here. If you want to practice here, go ahead."
Haruka's eyes lit up. "Really? Then we accept your offer!"
"Good. Head to Studio 11. You can start your practice there. Rin and Len can connect to the TV so they can watch and guide you girls." I turned to the corner. "Ichika, can you take them there on your way to the dressing room?"
"Sure thing," she replied, smiling softly as she motioned for the idols to follow.
The group of girls left with an energetic chatter trailing behind them, the sound fading as the door clicked shut. Rin and Len remained on the screen, their digital forms pulsing faintly.
"So," I said, hands sliding into my pockets. "Anything else you two wanted to talk about?"
Len hesitated before speaking. "We heard from Miku that our creator is gone." His voice softened, almost trembling. "Riku… if we didn't exist in the first place, do you think she would still be alive?"
The question hung in the air like a heavy chord.
I met his gaze through the screen, my tone steady. "Don't say things like that, Len. You and the others were made for a reason—to bridge humans and A.I., to open a new path for music. That purpose doesn't vanish just because she's gone."
I took a slow breath. "My mother had a target on her back long before she created you. She knew the risks. Accepted them. None of this was your fault."
Rin's eyes softened, guilt fading just slightly.
"I told Miku last time," I continued, "that you two are part of my mother's legacy. And as her son, I'll see it through. So keep doing what you were meant to do—guide those girls. Help them grow. That's how you honor her."
Rin straightened up. "Alright, we'll do what you say, Riku."
Len gave a small nod. "Sorry for asking something like that."
"No worries." I smiled faintly. "Now go. They're waiting for you."
Both twins gave a playful salute before fading from the display. I watched as their icons reappeared inside Haruka's phone on my desk, ready to assist the girls in Studio 11.
When I looked down, Fuyu was curled up beneath me, fast asleep, her small tail twitching lazily. I crouched down and tapped her side gently.
"Wake up, girl. I've got something for you to do."
~Nyaa?~
"I want you to take this phone to Studio 11. You know where it is, right?"
Fuyu gave a slow nod and stretched her legs, tail flicking in mild annoyance at being woken up. I took a small woven basket and tied it carefully to her back, placing Haruka's phone inside.
"Alright. Deliver this to Studio 11. If you do a good job, I'll give you some premium fatty tuna later."
Her ears perked up immediately. The mere mention of tuna worked better than any motivational speech. Without further delay, Fuyu started trotting toward the hallway—slowly, almost comically cautious, making sure the basket didn't sway too much.
I was still smiling when I heard the door open again. Rinko and the girls of Roselia stepped in, their familiar aura filling the room with quiet intensity.
"Welcome, girls." I stood, straightening my jacket. "I saw your reservation—Studio 2's ready for you. How's your voice, Yukina?"
Yukina's tone was crisp but warmer than usual. "It's all better now. We can finally resume our practice."
"Good," I said, though my tone carried a hint of warning. "But don't push it too far. Take breaks between songs. You just recovered, and it'd be a shame if you got hurt again."
Lisa grinned. "Don't worry, me and Sayo will keep her in check."
"You better," I said, but couldn't stop a slight smirk from forming.
As the group began moving toward their assigned studio, Rinko lingered behind, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. I noticed instantly.
"Something wrong, Rinko?"
She hesitated, glancing aside. "Nothing… it's just…"
"It's about that, isn't it?" I asked quietly.
She gave a slow nod, her shoulders tightening. I stepped closer and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"I know it's still a few days away," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly, "but I can't help feeling nervous."
Before she could spiral further, I closed the distance and wrapped my arms around her. She froze at first, then slowly relaxed, burying her face against my chest. For a few moments, neither of us said a word. The silence spoke enough.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes looked steadier.
"Did that do the trick?" I asked softly.
A faint smile appeared. "Yeah… I think so. I'll be going now."
"Good. Keep an eye on Yukina for me."
She nodded and left the room, passing right by Fuyu, who had just returned—carrying an empty basket and wearing a smug expression that clearly screamed, Mission accomplished.
Fuyu hopped onto the desk and meowed proudly.
"Did Haruka get her phone back?" I asked.
~Nyaa!~
"Good girl." I scratched under her chin, earning a satisfied purr. "Alright then. Once I'm done here, we'll head to the fish market for your reward."
~Nyaa~
She curled up beneath my chair, tail flicking contently while I turned back to the monitor and resumed the remaining paperwork for the day. The quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room, blending with the faint echoes of music drifting from the studios down the hall.
Half an hour passed in silence. When I finally leaned back, stretching my stiff shoulders, the clock read 5:42 P.M. I rubbed the base of Fuyu's neck to wake her, and she immediately perked up, tail swaying in excitement.
"You're excited, huh?"
~Nyaa!~
"Of course you are." I chuckled, grabbing my coat. I pressed the intercom button on the desk. "Marina, I'm heading out. You're in charge of the live house for now."
Her voice came back, clear and composed as always. "Understood. Leave it to me, Riku."
"Appreciate it."
With that, I turned off the lights in the office, the faint glow from the hallway spilling into the room one last time before the door shut behind me.
Fuyu trotted ahead, leading the way like a small guide cat with a clear mission in mind. The evening sun filtered through the tall glass panels of the live house, painting the floor in shades of gold and orange.
The city outside was already buzzing—musicians heading home from rehearsals, street performers tuning their instruments, and the distant chatter of fans waiting outside cafés playing indie tracks.
I took one last glance back at the building—the place that had slowly become both sanctuary and stage for so many young dreamers.
It wasn't just a live house anymore. It was proof that even after the lights of fame dimmed, there was still a place for sound to grow, evolve, and find new meaning.
As I stepped outside, Fuyu meowed and rubbed against my leg, reminding me of our next destination.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go get that tuna," I said, pocketing my hands as we walked off toward the market, the warm wind brushing past us like a familiar melody.
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Nagae Fish Market
5:00 P.M.
The air around the Nagae Fish Market carried that familiar mix of salt, steel, and seaweed—the scent of work and history. Fuyu's tail flicked side to side as she trotted beside me, her steps light, her nose twitching at the overwhelming scent of fresh catch.
This market was one of the few food markets directly owned by the Nagae family across Japan, and it stood as proof of what vision and stubbornness could do. Grandfather managed this one personally. It had been his and my father's first real collaboration, twenty years ago—back when the two could barely stand being in the same room together.
Father might have been a world-class musician, but food was his second love, almost an obsession. He couldn't cook to save his life, yet he possessed an uncanny palate that could detect subtleties even seasoned critics missed. The market had been his idea—a place where local fishermen and farmers could sell their goods directly, with fair prices and pride intact. Grandfather had dismissed it at first as a romantic gamble, but five months later, lines wrapped around the block.
Now, culinary schools sourced their ingredients here. It was strange how something born from a musician's dream ended up feeding Japan's chefs.
As Fuyu and I stepped inside, familiar voices greeted us over the sound of vendors calling out their specials.
"Welcome, Riku-sama!" one of the stall owners called, waving from behind a stack of gleaming sardines. "Brought your cat today, huh?"
"Yeah," I said, smiling slightly. "She's getting a reward. Did well today. I figured she earned some tuna. Is Urumi around?"
"Ah, Urumi?" another owner chimed in, arranging a row of octopus tentacles. "Yeah, she's here. Talking with some maid—silver hair, frilly uniform."
Silver hair. I didn't need a second guess. "Sakuya-san, huh… figures. Thanks for the heads-up."
"Keep up the good work, Riku-sama!" they chorused.
I gave a nod and continued down the aisle, the slap of wet floors and chatter filling the air. Fuyu padded beside me, sniffing everything in sight but keeping close enough to avoid being stepped on.
When we reached Urumi's stall, the door slid open just as we arrived. Out stepped Sakuya Izayoi herself—composed, graceful, and holding a basket heavy with fish.
"Ara, Riku-sama," she said with a polite bow. "What brings you here today?"
"I'm just here to reward Fuyu with some tuna," I replied. "Guessing you've already done your shopping?"
She adjusted her basket. "Indeed. Oujo-sama and imouto-sama were quite insistent on having sushi tonight, so I came to fetch the best fish I could find."
I chuckled. "Those two are spoiled beyond repair."
"That they are," she said, her tone soft but knowing. "Then, if you'll excuse me, I should return before they turn the mansion upside down."
"Please do. Last thing anyone wants is Remilia and Flandre in a kitchen unsupervised."
Sakuya gave a rare, amused smile, bowed again, and vanished down the aisle with her usual impossible grace.
I slid the door open and stepped inside the stall. The scent of fresh fish mingled with a faint sweetness—probably from the wood polish Urumi used on the counters. Behind the counter sat a young woman with unmistakable features: horns curved elegantly from her head, ears and tail twitching lazily, half her hair black and the other half silver-grey.
"Yo, Riku!" she called, waving casually. "Here to buy some fish today?"
"Yeah," I said, stepping closer. "Show me your best tuna, Urumi."
She grinned, revealing small, sharp canines. "You got it. Hang tight a minute."
Ushizaki Urumi—an Ushi-Oni who somehow managed to build one of Japan's most respected fisheries. Most people mistook her horns and tail for a costume. They didn't know better. She was as real as the blood in her veins and as hardworking as any human in this market.
While she disappeared into the back, I took in the familiar clutter of her stall: handwritten price tags, old photos of fishing trips pinned to the wall, and a tiny good-luck charm of Ebisu, god of fishermen, hanging from a string above the counter.
"Here we go!"
Her voice snapped me from thought. She came out hefting an enormous tuna on her shoulder as if it weighed nothing. She laid it onto the cutting table with a heavy thud that made the floorboards creak.
"Urumi…" I frowned slightly, running my hand along the fish's side. "The color of this tuna—it's off."
"Not off," she said, smirking. "Special. This here's a Red Fin Tuna."
"A Red Fin Tuna?" I echoed. "That one of your rare ones?"
"Not exactly," she replied, wiping her hands on her apron. "One of my boys caught it earlier today. Said they've never seen anything like it. Turns out these things have a one-in-two-million chance of showing up—two million four hundred forty-one thousand one hundred twenty-four, to be exact."
I raised an eyebrow. "That's… oddly specific."
"Yeah, well," she grinned, "we looked it up. Rare as hell. And it only shows up under certain conditions—temperature, moon phase, ocean current, you name it."
"So basically," I said dryly, "this is going to be expensive."
"Damn right. Problem is, I've got no clue how to price it." She leaned against the counter, tapping her chin. "Tell you what—I'll give you a slice to try. You tell me what it tastes like, give me your verdict, and I'll use that to decide what it's worth."
"Tempting," I said, "but how are you planning to get another one of these? You just said it's one in millions."
Her grin widened, sharp and confident. "I'm going to get it myself."
I knew better than to argue. "Then I'll leave that to you."
Urumi nodded, flipping the knife from its stand in one smooth motion. The blade gleamed under the fluorescent light as she began slicing the tuna with practiced precision, each cut clean and deliberate. The sound of the steel sliding through flesh was soft, rhythmic, almost soothing.
While she worked, I pulled out my phone and synced it with the REZVANI, setting it to autopilot so it could make its way here. The engine's hum reached my ears faintly through the earpiece—right on schedule.
"Here you go," Urumi said, placing a white box on the counter. She opened it to reveal a perfect cut of tuna belly nestled on ice. The flesh shimmered faintly pink, almost luminous under the light.
"The belly, huh?" I said.
"Only the best for you." She folded her arms, leaning back. "Call it a token of gratitude. Our sales tripled in the past few days, and when we traced the reason…"
"Let me guess." I smirked. "The aftermath of that shokugeki back in May."
Her eyes widened slightly. "So it really was you. The boys have been bragging nonstop about how the 'fish that fed the champion' were from our market."
"Well," I said, closing the box gently, "if it's helping business, I can't complain."
"Still, you didn't have to—"
Before she could finish, I pulled out my wallet and placed several crisp bills on the counter—500,000 yen.
Her tail stiffened. "Riku! That's way too much!"
"Nah." I shrugged. "For what the tuna's worth, that's a fair tip."
"T-thank you… really." She looked genuinely flustered, her usual bravado slipping. "Come again anytime, Riku."
"We'll see." I gave a short nod and turned to leave.
Outside, the afternoon light had softened into that in-between glow where day begins to fold into dusk. Fuyu padded along behind me, her nose twitching as if she could already smell her prize through the box.
When we stepped out onto the main street, my REZVANI was already pulling up in front of the market—sleek, quiet, obedient to its system. The crowd parted instinctively when they saw the vehicle.
I opened the passenger door, and Fuyu immediately hopped in, curling protectively around the box like a guard cat. "Don't touch it yet," I warned, giving her a pointed look.
~Nyaa.~
Her eyes sparkled with defiance for half a second before she settled down obediently, tail swishing.
I slid into the driver's seat, the leather warm from the sun, and started the engine. The soft purr of the car mixed with the fading sounds of the market behind us—the distant calls of vendors, the chatter of families, the rhythmic chopping of knives against wooden boards.
As I steered out of the lot, the sunset reflected off the windshield, painting the interior in streaks of amber and crimson. Fuyu watched the scenery pass with half-lidded eyes, the wind ruffling her fur.
I glanced at the box beside her. The Red Fin Tuna. Rare, precious, and entirely unplanned—just like so many things in my life.
For a moment, I wondered what my father would've said if he were still around. Probably something about the poetry of rarity, or how beauty hides in unpredictability.
I sighed lightly and shifted gears. "Let's head home, girl."
Fuyu meowed softly in response, as if agreeing. The car rolled forward, its headlights cutting through the golden light, carrying us back toward the Nagae estate as the market slowly disappeared in the rearview mirror.
Nagae Estate – 6:00 P.M.
The moment we got back to the estate and parked the car in the garage, Fuyu was already circling around my legs like a small storm of fur and energy. Her tail swished with anticipation, each step she took practically humming with excitement. The faint scent of the Red Fin Tuna belly I brought home must have reached her nose long before we even stepped inside.
"Relax, girl," I said, looking down as she darted around me again. "You'll have your share soon enough."
"~Nyaa~!" she replied, as if protesting that "soon" wasn't soon enough.
We stepped into the main hall where Youmu was waiting, her usual calm presence greeting me before her words did.
"Welcome back, Riku-kun," she said with a faint smile, arms folded neatly in front of her.
"Youmu," I greeted, setting the small cooler on the counter. "I take it Yuyuko-san let you go for the day?"
She gave a small shrug. "Nothing major is needed on her side right now, so she let me return early." Her eyes trailed to the container. "What's that you've got there?"
"Some Red Fin Tuna belly from Urumi," I said, patting the box lightly. "It's my reward for Fuyu."
Youmu blinked, a hint of amusement flickering in her expression. "Riku-kun… I know you love your cat, but don't you think you're spoiling her a little too much?"
"I do not," I countered, feigning offense. "This is the first time I've fed her this kind of fish. Besides, Urumi gave this to me herself. I owe her a bit of feedback too."
Her curiosity piqued. "Feedback?"
"Yeah. She's trying to figure out the price point for this tuna. She asked me to give her a report on its flavor once I've tasted it. Thought I'd make it a little dinner project."
Youmu sighed softly, shaking her head but smiling anyway. "A rare opportunity indeed… alright, why not? I'll help."
"Great. I'll leave the cutting to you then. Been a while since I've seen you handle fish."
Her eyes glinted with quiet pride. "True. Let's see if I've gone rusty."
Together we headed to the kitchen, Fuyu trotting close behind like a furry little sous-chef. The faint clink of knives and the rhythmic thud of Youmu's blade soon filled the room as she worked with practiced grace. The tuna's marbled flesh caught the light like silk, and for a while, the estate felt warmer—peaceful, almost domestic.
A Few Hours Later – 9:30 P.M.
Riku's Room
Dinner had long passed, but the rich, buttery aftertaste of the Red Fin Tuna still lingered faintly in my mouth. Youmu's knife skills hadn't dulled one bit—each slice was perfect, thin enough to melt as soon as it touched the tongue. The flavor was unlike anything I'd tasted in a long time: sweet, velvety, and rich without being overwhelming.
I leaned back in my chair, typing the last few lines of my report to Urumi. "The texture melts in the mouth like fine steak, with a natural sweetness that lingers. A delicate balance of richness and purity." I hit send and let out a quiet breath.
Fuyu was sprawled lazily on her small cushion by the window, purring softly in satisfaction. Earlier, she'd been running laps around the room like she'd just discovered infinite energy. Now, the queen of the house was out cold, her tiny paws twitching as she dreamed, probably chasing imaginary tuna in her sleep.
Homura sat near the doorway, eyes half-closed, his massive frame resting in calm silence. He'd tried the tuna too—his reaction had been almost the opposite of Fuyu's. Instead of getting excited, he became more composed, as though the rich flavor grounded him. It was… interesting to see how food could have such different effects.
I glanced over at him and thought about Mafuyu. Ever since I got back from Fukushima, she'd been getting along with Homura surprisingly well. Guess my advice to her worked in more ways than I expected. Her friends had come around too, though Kanade still kept her distance. She wasn't exactly terrified anymore… just cautious. Progress, at least.
I stretched, letting my chair tilt slightly back, when I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," I said.
The door opened to reveal Grandfather, dressed casually for once, his posture relaxed but still carrying that quiet authority he never really lost.
"You're about to sleep?" he asked, stepping in.
"Just winding down," I said, turning my chair to face him. "What brings you here?"
He gave a small, almost mischievous smile. "Can't a grandfather spend a little time with his grandson?"
"Fair point," I replied, smirking a bit. He pulled a chair from the corner and sat across from me, arms resting on his knees.
"So," he began, "are you getting nervous for this weekend?"
"I'm fine," I said, leaning back. "It's Rinko I'm worried about. She's been spacing out all day."
Kyoya chuckled softly. "The nerves must be getting to her. That's normal. She's about to stand in front of the public eye again—anyone would feel the weight of that."
I nodded. "Kaguya already guessed what you're planning, by the way. She laughed her heart out when she figured it out."
That made him raise an eyebrow. "Oh? So she pieced it together? Impressive. I'll have to commend her for that."
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a slim folder, placing it on the desk before me. "Before I forget—this came in earlier."
I opened it. Inside were profiles of Totsuki's freshman students, each page filled with notes, evaluations, and progress reports from their first semester.
"Sanzaemon wants your opinion," Kyoya explained. "The Elite Ten have already narrowed the list down to two hundred. He wants you to help decide which hundred will officially qualify for the Autumn Elections. They value your insight as an outside observer."
I flipped through the pages, scanning familiar and unfamiliar names alike. "When do they need my evaluation?"
"Before the end of June," he said. "And you'll have to deliver it to Totsuki yourself once you're done."
"Got it." I closed the folder halfway. "I'll take a look later tonight."
"No need to rush," he said, standing. "Oh, and one more thing—on that day, wear whatever you feel comfortable in. They want to see you as you are, not as anyone expects you to be."
He turned toward the door. "That's all I wanted to say. Good night, Riku."
"Good night, Grandfather."
The door shut quietly behind him, and I sat there for a while, staring at the folder.
"Whatever makes me comfortable, huh?" I muttered to myself. "I already know what I'm planning to wear, but still…"
I opened the folder again, flipping through the profiles. A lot of names jumped out immediately, especially the ones that carried potential—or at least, the guts to take on the school headfirst.
Yukihira Soma.
Nakiri Alice.
Arato Hisako.
Kurokiba Ryo.
Hayama Akira.
Tadokoro Megumi.
Takumi Aldini.
Isami Aldini.
Mito Ikumi.
Sakaki Ryoko.
Yuki Yoshino.
Ibusaki Shun.
Marui Zenji.
Mimasaka Subaru.
Fourteen names that caught my attention above the rest. Not just because of their skill, but because of how each of them adapted to Totsuki's unforgiving rhythm. I'd seen some of them in passing; others, I'd only heard about through Erina or Gin-san.
Soma's name especially stood out. Erina mentioned how he'd boldly declared that he would reach the first seat. A gutsy move for someone from a diner background—but apparently, he backed it up. Winning a shokugeki in his first week at Totsuki? That wasn't something to brush off lightly.
And then there was that story from Gin-san. Soma had challenged the Shinomiya Koujirou to a shokugeki during training camp—to save Tadokoro from expulsion. They lost, technically… but after some discussion, it was decided to call it a tie. The sheer nerve of that kid was something else. Reminded me of someone I used to be, a long time ago.
I leaned back in my chair again, fingers drumming lightly against the folder's edge. "They're waiting until the end of June, huh? Guess there's no need to rush."
Closing the folder, I set it aside on the desk and reached for my phone. The screen lit up—a message from Allen.
"The match between OG and Team Secret's about to start. You in?"
A grin tugged at my lips. Perfect timing. I clicked the link, and within seconds, the live stream loaded. The familiar roar of the crowd filled the speakers as Artem and the rest of the band stepped onto the stage. The PBC Summer Tour was in full swing, and OG's entrance was as electric as ever.
Artem stood front and center, the lights cascading over him like a spotlight carved from fire. The rest of the members followed, each one radiating that same aura of control and confidence they were known for. The crowd erupted into cheers, the camera panning across signs and banners waving high in the air.
I leaned forward slightly, elbows on my knees, eyes fixed on the screen. Watching them always stirred something inside me—a blend of pride, nostalgia, and quiet longing. We'd built OG from the ground up, through sweat, blood, and more sleepless nights than I could count. And now, seeing them take the world by storm without missing a beat… it made everything worth it.
"Good luck, boys," I whispered under my breath, my voice barely audible over the sound of the cheering audience.
Fuyu stirred at the sound, giving a lazy "nyaa" before curling up again. Homura glanced up briefly, then rested his head back down, as if to say he'd be keeping watch while I stayed up.
I let the music wash over the room—the bassline thudding in rhythm with my heartbeat, the melody bright and sharp. The glow from the screen painted faint reflections across the floor, flickering like city lights on calm water.
It was one of those moments where everything slowed just enough for peace to settle in. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just the music, the warmth of the room, and the faint memory of the day still lingering in the air.
And somewhere deep down, I couldn't help but think… things were about to get a lot more interesting.
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Several Days Later…
Shirokane Residence – Rinko's Room
June 12, 2021 – 8:30 A.M.
Rinko's POV
The past few days had been strangely calm. Practice sessions with Roselia were more grueling than before—Yukina had been pushing us hard—but the results showed. Our synchronization grew tighter, our tone cleaner. Even so, the quiet that followed those intense hours felt… heavy.
Today was different. Today was the day Riku would meet his fiancée.
I'd been awake since dawn, pacing around my room and staring at my closet as though it might offer an answer. What does one even wear to a day like this? Riku told me three days ago not to worry, but those words only left me more confused.
His voice still echoed in my head.
Flashback – Three Days Earlier
NFO – Sigh Canyon
The digital winds howled through the canyons, carrying a sharp, hollow whistle. Riku and I stood at the edge of a cliff, cloaked in the glow of our virtual gear. The jagged walls below us glimmered faintly under the moonlight, and the crimson fog that rose from the depths made the whole place feel alive.
"Are you sure it's here?" Riku asked, his voice calm but skeptical.
I nodded, tightening my grip on my staff. "The forums said if you defeat the Harpy High Queen at night, there's a fifty percent chance she drops the High Queen's Talon. That's the only thing I'm missing to enhance my Octarine Staff."
Riku gave a quiet hum, glancing toward the abyss. "And you need it that badly, huh?"
"Well… yes. The rest of the materials are already in my storage."
"Normally you'd ask Ako to help you with this kind of thing."
"I did, but Tomoe-san's making sure she finishes her homework. Besides, this dungeon requires at least two people for the rare item to drop."
"Fair point." He adjusted his gauntlet, eyes narrowing as the distant sound of wings echoed across the canyon. "Rinko, get ready."
A powerful gust swept over the ledge. The air thickened as a massive shadow passed above us. From the east, a red harpy descended—its feathers dark as wine, talons glinting like blades. She landed on a jagged spire with a sharp cry that rattled the canyon walls.
A quick scan confirmed it.
[Harpuia – The Harpy High Queen]
"That's our target," I whispered.
"Right. Leave the front to me. You handle the spells."
I nodded, heart pounding. The moment she spread her wings, Riku dashed forward, unleashing multiple shells. I followed his lead, casting from the rear—magic circles flaring beneath my feet as spells danced from my staff in bursts of violet light.
The battle was shorter than expected. Despite the harpy's screeching fury, Riku's buffs and reflexes turned the tide quickly. As I cast [Flash Freeze Needle] pierced her chest, and she fell, dissolving into digital dust that shimmered against the canyon glow.
When the message appeared—Item Acquired: High Queen's Talon—I couldn't help but cheer.
"I got it!" I turned toward him, smiling.
Riku hung his cannon on his back and smirked lightly. "So you did. Good work."
"Thanks for helping me with this."
"Don't mention it. We've got school tomorrow, so I'll log off first." He turned, then paused. "Oh, and—Grandfather told me something a few days ago. He said for that day, we can wear whatever makes us comfortable."
"Huh? What do you mean by—"
Before I could finish, a small notification flashed before me.
[OG.Iku has logged out]
He left. Just like that.
I stood there, blinking at the empty canyon, his words looping in my head.
"Whatever makes us comfortable…"
Present Time
Back in my room, I looked at my reflection and whispered, "Whatever makes me comfortable… I think I know what to wear."
I reached for my usual outfit—the one I always wore, both in rehearsals and casual days. It wasn't fancy or particularly elegant, but it was me. These clothes carried memories of our first performances, of quiet walks home with Riku, of everything that felt real.
By the time I finished dressing, I could already hear faint footsteps downstairs.
My parents were waiting.
Dad, Yuto, was adjusting his tie, and Mom, Satomi, had a cup of tea in her hands. They both looked up when I came down.
"So that's what you decided to wear," Dad said, a half-smile tugging at his lips.
Mom nodded approvingly. "If that's what feels right to you, dear, then it's perfect."
"Thank you… Mom, Dad."
They'd always supported me when it came to Riku. But when I told them about the situation with his fiancée, they both grew hesitant. Still, after a long talk, they agreed to come with me—not because they approved or disapproved, but because they didn't want me to face it alone.
Dad slipped on his jacket. "You nervous?"
"A little…"
Mom reached out, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, we're here for you, okay?"
"Thanks," I murmured.
"I'll get the car ready," Dad said, heading for the door.
"Wait," I called out. "You don't have to. Riku said he'd be picking us up."
That made both of them pause.
They exchanged a look—half curious, half surprised—just as the sound of an engine rolled up outside. Dad stepped to the doorway and opened it.
A sleek black limousine gleamed in the morning light.
A man in a neat suit stood beside it, bowing politely. "Good morning, Shirokane family. I am Aizawa. I'm here on behalf of Riku-sama to escort you."
Dad blinked. "O-oh… I see. Alright, we'll be ready in a moment."
As we stepped outside, the air was crisp and calm, the kind of morning that felt too still to trust. We approached the car, but before we could enter—
"Waaaahhhh!"
A sudden crash came from the bushes nearby. Dad jumped back as a tangle of limbs and leaves rolled onto the pavement.
"...Ako-chan!?" I exclaimed, recognizing the twin pigtails at once. "Imai-san!? Hikawa-san!? And—Yukina-san!?"
Lisa waved sheepishly as she helped Ako up. "Ahahaha~ Busted."
Ako rubbed her head, pouting. "Ow… G-get off me!"
"What are you all doing here?" I asked, stunned.
Ako scratched her cheek nervously. "We were worried about you, Rin-Rin!"
"Worried? About me?"
Sayo adjusted her glasses, voice calm but serious. "You've been spacing out all week, Shirokane-san. Riku-san had to call your name several times during practice. Even if your playing hasn't suffered, your mind's been… elsewhere."
Yukina stepped forward, her tone soft but firm. "We're your friends, Rinko. If something's bothering you, don't carry it alone."
Lisa grinned. "Yeah. Yukina's been panicking, trying to figure out how to help you."
"Lisa!" Yukina turned red. "You promised you wouldn't say that!"
Despite everything, I couldn't help but smile. The warmth that welled up in my chest felt almost too much to hold. They noticed. Even when I tried to hide it, they noticed.
"I…" I hesitated, looking between them. "I wanted to tell you, but… I didn't know how."
Silence lingered for a moment before I turned to Aizawa, who was patiently waiting beside the limo.
"Aizawa-san," I asked, "where exactly are we going once we leave?"
"To the Hakugyokurou," he replied smoothly.
Dad's eyebrows rose. "Isn't that the Saigyouji estate?"
"Indeed it is, Yuto-sama. The meeting has been arranged there by Kyoya-sama and Yuyuko-sama."
My breath caught slightly. That meant this wasn't just some private gathering—it was something formal.
I looked back at my bandmates, then at Aizawa again. "Can I bring my friends with me?"
Yukina and the others froze. I could feel their surprise like static in the air. Even Aizawa seemed amused, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Of course," he said. "In fact, Riku-sama and Kyoya-sama anticipated this might happen."
Lisa tilted her head. "They anticipated it? That's kinda creepy…"
Aizawa chuckled softly. "Consider yourself fortunate that Riku-sama isn't here to hear that. He wouldn't take that comment lightly."
Ako gulped. "N-noted…"
Aizawa opened the car door with a graceful motion. "Now then, everyone inside. Riku-sama and the others are expecting your arrival within the hour."
We all exchanged a quick glance—nervous, curious, maybe a little excited—and climbed into the limousine.
The door closed with a soft thud. As the engine started, I leaned back in the seat, trying to calm the flutter in my chest. My reflection in the tinted glass looked calm enough, but my hands told another story. They trembled slightly, resting on my lap.
This day… it would decide something. Maybe not everything, but something that mattered deeply—to Riku, to me, and maybe even to the future that tied us all together.
Outside, the city slowly gave way to countryside. The trees grew denser, the air cooler. My friends chatted quietly—Ako pointing out random clouds, Lisa teasing Sayo, Yukina watching the road ahead in silence. Mom and Dad sat across from me, their presence grounding me in the swirl of nerves.
I glanced out the window again. The road ahead curved gently toward the mountains, where the faint silhouette of Hakugyokurou awaited under the soft blue sky.
And somewhere beyond that horizon, Riku was waiting.
Several minutes later....
Several minutes had passed since we left the house. The soft hum of the limousine's engine filled the silence, mingling with the faint rhythm of tires rolling over the road. Through the tinted window, I could see the morning sunlight flickering between passing trees, painting soft golden streaks across the cabin. Despite the calm, my heart hadn't quite settled.
Lisa broke the quiet first, leaning forward with her trademark grin—though this time, her voice carried more curiosity than teasing.
"Since we've got time to kill, Rinko… what's been going on in that head of yours these past few days?"
I hesitated. My fingers fidgeted against the hem of my skirt. I had planned to tell them eventually—just not now. Not here.
"I was going to explain everything later," I began softly, "but…"
Before I could finish, the window separating the driver's seat from the cabin slid open with a quiet mechanical hum. Aizawa glanced at me through the mirror, his expression calm but knowing.
"You can tell them, Rinko-sama. Riku-sama will understand."
That gentle assurance was enough to make my chest tighten. If Riku trusted Aizawa this much, then… maybe it was alright.
"Okay," I murmured. "But promise me—whatever I say doesn't leave this limo."
Sayo adjusted her glasses, studying my face. "Is it that serious?"
I gave a small nod. That was all the answer they needed. Mom and Dad placed their hands on my shoulders from either side, quiet gestures that told me it was alright to speak. I took a steadying breath and began to tell them everything.
By the time I finished, the clock on the dashboard read 9:00 A.M.
My voice came out in a whisper. "And… that's everything. That's why I couldn't tell you sooner. I'm sorry."
Lisa leaned back with a sigh, shaking her head. "Don't be! Now we get it. Poor Riku really can't catch a break, huh?"
Sayo crossed her arms thoughtfully. "That explains why you've been spacing out lately."
Ako, wide-eyed, leaned forward. "So you're gonna meet Riku-nii's fiancée today!?"
Yukina, ever composed, tilted her head slightly. "But… why would they invite you?"
I met her gaze, my own voice steadier now. "Riku said everything would be explained at the meetup. I don't know what's going to happen… but I trust him."
Aizawa chuckled lightly from the driver's seat. "You are most likely correct, Rinko-sama. At this meeting, you will witness one of the most important events to unfold in this country."
Mom frowned slightly. "But why would my daughter be involved in something like that?"
Aizawa's eyes softened in the rearview mirror. "Forgive me if this sounds presumptuous, Satomi-sama, but the moment Rinko-sama crossed paths with Riku-sama, her fate had already intertwined with his."
The air in the limo grew heavy for a moment—not dark, but thoughtful. His words didn't sound like a warning. They sounded like inevitability.
Then, as if sensing the weight of the silence, Aizawa smiled faintly. "Don't misunderstand me. I mean that in a good way. Now—look alive, everyone. We've arrived."
Through the window, a pair of immense gates came into view, adorned with the intricate crest of the Saigyouji family. The metal shimmered faintly with a spiritual sheen, as if the air itself bowed before it. Slowly, the gates opened, and the car rolled forward along a long, tree-lined road.
The deeper we went, the colder the atmosphere grew—not unpleasantly, but with a quiet, ethereal chill. Mist began to curl across the ground, thin ribbons of it weaving between pale cherry trees.
Sayo shivered slightly beside me. "Did anyone else feel that?"
Ako blinked. "Feel what, Sayo-san?"
"The temperature just dropped… and it's like…" Her eyes darted to the window. "…like someone's watching us."
That thought made Lisa flinch, clutching her arms. "Don't say creepy stuff like that!"
Yukina turned to the glass, scanning the surroundings. "There's no one outside," she murmured. Then, quieter still: "…unless—"
"YUKINA!" Lisa yelped, making Ako jump and latch onto her. "Don't finish that sentence!"
Ako hid behind Yukina, trembling dramatically. "M-Maybe it's a ghost…!"
My parents, in contrast, remained utterly calm. Mom was looking out the window with curious eyes, while Dad seemed amused by Roselia's little panic.
Aizawa's composed voice cut through the tension. "You have nothing to fear. Yuyuko-sama or Youmu-sama will explain everything upon your arrival."
He sounded completely unfazed—almost amused. That alone was enough to settle the rest of us.
A few minutes later, the limousine came to a smooth stop at the foot of a massive hill. At its top stood a long staircase stretching endlessly upward, disappearing into the faint fog that crowned the peak.
Aizawa stepped out and opened the door for us. "This is our stop."
Sayo blinked. "Eh? Here? I thought you were taking us there."
"I did," he replied with a straight face. "The Hakugyokurou lies beyond these steps."
Roselia collectively stared up the staircase.
"EHHHHHHHHHHHH!?" Ako's shriek echoed loud enough to startle nearby birds. "We're climbing that?!"
Lisa groaned, hands on her hips. "There's gotta be an easier way!"
Aizawa allowed himself a rare smile. "There is. But for first-time visitors, it is tradition to climb these steps by foot. A small initiation, if you will."
Sayo raised a brow. "Initiation? Seriously?"
"Yes," Aizawa confirmed, completely serious. "Now then, I must leave. I have another task—to collect Riku-sama's fiancée and her family. I'm already due by schedule."
He gave a respectful bow, returned to the limo, and drove off—leaving us at the foot of the enormous staircase, staring after the trail of dust his car left behind.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Yukina was the first to move, crossing her arms as she gazed up the steps that wound higher than any of us could count. "I suppose there's no other choice," she said quietly. Then her eyes flicked toward me. "Rinko, are you sure you can manage? It's quite a climb."
I could feel my legs tense already, but I smiled faintly. "I have to. Riku's waiting up there."
Dad stepped beside me, adjusting his sleeves. "Don't worry about her. We'll help."
Mom nodded, her expression gentle but firm. "If you girls want to go ahead, do so. We'll catch up with Rinko."
Lisa hesitated. "Are you sure about that?"
I gave a small nod, feeling oddly calm now. "It's fine. I'll be right behind you."
The others exchanged brief glances before starting their ascent, their laughter and light complaints fading gradually up the steps. I stayed behind with my parents for a moment, watching the sunlight filter through the mist above.
Mom touched my shoulder softly. "Are you ready, dear?"
I looked up toward the hill—toward whatever waited at the top—and nodded. "I am. Let's go. Riku's waiting."
We began to climb.
Each step echoed faintly against the stone, the world around us growing quieter with every breath. The higher we went, the thicker the air felt—not heavy, but sacred, as if the very air guarded secrets older than time. The chill from earlier returned, brushing against my skin like a whisper.
But I didn't slow down. Not this time.
Whatever waited at the summit—whatever truths Riku wanted to show me—I was ready to face them.
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Hakugyokurou Hilltop – 9:30 A.M.
3rd POV
The climb had felt endless. Step after step, breath after breath, the four members of Roselia who had gone ahead—Yukina, Lisa, Sayo, and Ako—finally reached the summit. The last few meters seemed to drag on forever, but as the final step came into sight, they pulled themselves up with a collective sigh of exhaustion.
Lisa bent forward, hands resting on her knees, her chest heaving. "Finally… we made it…"
Sayo slumped beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "That… was… exhausting. Minato-san, are you okay?"
Yukina exhaled slowly, straightening her back though her expression betrayed fatigue. "I… I'm fine. What about Rinko and her parents?"
Ako turned, leaning over the edge of the stairway. "There they are!" she called.
Far below, Rinko and her parents were visible, still making their way upward—taking their time, each deliberate step measured and steady. The trio had kept a slower pace, careful not to overstrain Rinko.
Sayo wiped her brow with the back of her hand. "Then we'll wait for them here. We might as well rest for a bit before…"
Her voice trailed off. Words gave way to silence as her gaze shifted beyond the hilltop, toward what lay ahead. A soft breeze brushed against her cheek, carrying with it the faint scent of blossoms. Then she saw it—a breathtaking sight that made her forget her fatigue.
"...Wow."
The others followed her gaze, and awe filled the air like a quiet melody. Stretching before them was a sea of cherry blossoms in full bloom, their petals glowing faintly under the gentle morning light. Each branch swayed as if stirred by an unseen rhythm, scattering pale pink fragments across the path.
Lisa's eyes softened. "It's so… beautiful."
A calm, almost teasing voice answered from the side. "Why thank you, Lisa-san."
They turned sharply to find a familiar figure standing a few steps away—Konpaku Youmu, poised and composed as ever, her twin swords resting on her back.
Sayo blinked in surprise. "Konpaku-san… you were here the whole time?"
Youmu tilted her head slightly. "No, I just arrived."
"Ah, I see…" Sayo frowned, glancing around. "Wait a second—why are there cherry blossoms in full bloom in June?"
Youmu smiled faintly and gestured forward. "It's because of the Saigyou Ayakashi. It's that large tree over there."
Following her finger, the group looked toward the horizon—and their words caught in their throats.
The tree towered above all others, its trunk broad and ancient, petals glimmering like silk under the sunlight. Each bloom seemed alive, drifting on invisible currents that danced between the branches.
Ako's mouth fell open. "That's… huge!"
Yukina's usual composure faltered. "Incredible…"
Before any of them could say more, a familiar voice rose from below. "Sorry for the wait!"
They turned to see Rinko and her parents reaching the final steps. Rinko's breathing was steady though her face was flushed from the climb, her parents close on either side, their pace measured but unyielding.
Youmu stepped forward with a small bow. "You've finally arrived, Rinko-san—and family. I am Konpaku Youmu, aide to Lady Yuyuko. Though at present, I'm assisting Riku-kun on her behalf." Her eyes softened with courtesy. "Please, follow me. They're waiting for you."
The group gathered and followed her lead, walking along a path framed by endless cherry trees. Petals floated like snow, settling on hair, shoulders, and sleeves. The air was crisp, faintly cool, carrying a serenity that seemed to still the heart.
Yukina, walking near the front, broke the silence. "If it isn't rude to ask, Konpaku-san… what exactly is the Saigyou Ayakashi?"
Youmu slowed her pace, her tone gentle. "The Saigyou Ayakashi is a sacred tree that has existed since the earliest days of the Celestial Families' arrival in this land. The Saigyouji clan has cared for it across generations. It is said that those drawn to the tree's beauty at the end of their lives are granted a peaceful passing beneath its petals."
The words settled over the group like a faint chill.
Ako blinked. "Wait—so… the tree kills people?"
Youmu gave a small, amused chuckle. "Not quite. It only calls to those whose time has already come. For the rest of us, it's harmless. You're free to admire its beauty without worry."
Lisa crossed her arms, half-grimacing. "That doesn't exactly make it sound less ominous."
Youmu's laughter rang softly through the air. "Perhaps. Still, I find its presence comforting." She turned, her tone brightening. "Anyway—welcome, everyone, to the Hakugyokurou."
As they crested the final slope, the full estate came into view.
Before them stood a sprawling white mansion, its architecture blending classical Japanese grace with a serene, otherworldly stillness. The tiled roofs gleamed faintly, framed by the cherry trees that surrounded it on all sides. Lavender flowers lined the entrance, their soft hue mirroring the calm elegance of the estate.
Rinko's breath caught. "It's… beautiful. It feels like the Eientei."
Youmu nodded. "Riku-kun mentioned that you visited Kaguya-sama there, didn't he? You must find the similarities comforting."
She led them across a stone walkway, past a koi pond where ripples danced beneath the petals. The group moved in quiet wonder until Youmu stopped before a wide gate leading into a vast garden.
"This," she said, gesturing grandly, "is the Saigyouji Garden. It's where Riku-kun and his family are waiting."
The moment they stepped through the gate, color met them on all sides.
Flowers of every shade—crimson, violet, azure, white—spilled across the garden like a painter's dream. Carefully trimmed hedges framed intricate pathways, while a gentle stream wound through the center, its surface reflecting the blossoms overhead.
Lisa let out a quiet gasp. "This is… incredible."
She fumbled for her phone almost instinctively. "Youmu-san, is it okay if I take some pictures?"
Youmu smiled faintly. "Of course. Just avoid the inner shrine."
Lisa nodded eagerly and began to move about, snapping photo after photo, her earlier exhaustion forgotten. Sayo followed suit, capturing a few shots herself—perhaps, she thought, to show Hina later.
Yukina lingered beside a row of irises, studying their petals with quiet admiration. Ako, meanwhile, was busy looking around as though trying to take in every inch of the scene.
"Youmu-san," Ako finally said, curiosity lighting her voice, "you said you're the gardener here, right? Does that mean you take care of all of this yourself?"
Youmu nodded. "Yes. After learning the craft from the Mitake family—and from Yuuka-san—I've tended this garden ever since."
Yuto gave a small approving nod. "That's remarkable dedication, Youmu-kun."
A faint blush crossed her face, and she smiled modestly. "Thank you. Though I can't take full credit. Yuuka-san visits when she can to help with the flowers."
Sayo tilted her head. "Yuuka-san?"
Satomi's expression shifted slightly, the name stirring recognition. "Kazami Yuuka…?"
Lisa perked up. "Oh! I've heard of her. She runs that famous flower shop, right? The one everyone says grows the most beautiful blooms in Japan?"
A lilting voice floated across the garden before anyone could answer. "Youmu~"
Everyone turned toward the sound.
Approaching with unhurried grace was Saigyouji Yuyuko herself. She glided forward in a pale kimono patterned with faint blossoms, her expression warm, eyes gleaming with gentle amusement.
Youmu straightened instantly. "Yuyuko-sama. My apologies for the delay."
Yuyuko waved her hand lightly. "It's alright. What matters is that everyone arrived safely—and at the perfect time." Her gaze drifted across the group before settling on the newcomers. "And I believe we haven't met properly yet."
She clasped her hands together and bowed slightly. "I am Saigyouji Yuyuko, mistress of the Hakugyokurou and matriarch of the Saigyouji family."
Yuto stepped forward respectfully. "It's an honor to meet you. I am Shirokane Yuto, and this is my wife, Satomi."
Satomi bowed in turn. "We're grateful to you for watching over our daughter."
Yuyuko smiled softly. "No need for thanks. It's a principal's duty to look after her students, after all." Her tone lightened as she turned to the rest of Roselia. "And I see Sayo-chan and the rest of Roselia are here too."
Sayo nodded, her voice quiet but earnest. "We were worried about Shirokane-san. She's been distracted these past few days… and made a few small mistakes during practice."
Yuyuko's expression softened. "Ah, I see. You must care for her deeply. But don't worry—everything clouding her heart will find its answer today."
The girls exchanged glances, the weight in her tone both reassuring and mysterious.
Yuyuko turned, her sleeves fluttering slightly in the breeze. "Come along, everyone. Riku-kun and his family are already waiting."
The group followed in silence as she led them deeper into the garden. Petals drifted down like snowflakes, the air filled with the scent of spring despite the June morning.
Rinko, walking near the back with her parents, looked up at the petals tumbling through the light. The world around her felt dreamlike—fragile, still, almost sacred. Somewhere beyond the flowers, she could sense Riku's presence waiting for her.
And for a moment, the thought steadied her heart.
Following Yuyuko's lead, the group made their way through the garden road until they reached Riku's location. The walk took several minutes, the faint scent of flowers trailing through the air as the faint hum of music bled softly from the open garden.
When they got there, they found not only Riku but also his grandfather, Kyoya, and Mafuyu seated around a large lacquered table. Riku sat with headphones on, eyes tracing across a sheet of composition paper as his fingers drummed lightly against the surface in rhythm. He was dressed in his OG outfit from the Future World Fes, the emblem of his band gleaming faintly in the afternoon light.
Yuyuko clasped her hands behind her back. "We're here~"
Kyoya looked up from his cup of tea, smiling faintly. "Welcome back, Yuyuko. And it's been quite some time, you two." His gaze shifted toward Yuto and Satomi.
Yuto gave a small bow. "Long time no see indeed, Kyoya-san."
"Thank you for inviting us," Satomi added politely.
"No worries," Kyoya replied with a calm chuckle. "Have a seat. You all must be exhausted from climbing that staircase."
They all sat where they could, grateful for the rest after the long ascent. Rinko, without hesitation, slid into the seat beside Riku, close enough to peek at what he was reading.
Lisa let out a short laugh. "Did you and your family have to climb all that too?"
Kyoya shook his head lightly. "Normally, no. But Mafuyu's new to the family, so tradition requires she climb it on her first visit."
Sayo turned to her, curious. "Did it tire you out, Mafuyu-san?"
"Not at all," Mafuyu answered calmly. "I just adjusted my breathing as I went. That way, I don't get tired easily." She gave her brother a small nudge with her elbow. "Nii-san, Rinko-san and the others are here."
Riku stirred, blinking as he removed his headphones. His tired but gentle eyes landed on the group now seated across the table. "Oh—you're here. Sorry, didn't notice. I got a little too absorbed in the piece Mafuyu composed."
Yukina's brow arched with faint intrigue. "Mafuyu-san composed a song?"
Mafuyu smiled. "I did. Though it's still a work in progress." She turned to Riku. "And how was it?"
"You did well," Riku said, voice carrying quiet pride. "Now all that's left are the lyrics. Kanade will be taking care of that, right?"
"That was the plan," Mafuyu confirmed. She looked toward Yukina, her tone soft but steady. "Yukina-san, I want your honest opinion on this. Would you listen to it?"
Yukina folded her arms, considering for a moment. "I could never refuse such an offer. But take note," her tone sharpened just slightly, "I can be harsh when judging."
Riku smirked and handed her the headphones. Yukina slipped them on, closing her eyes as the melody filled her world. Around her, quiet settled in. Only the low hum of strings and piano escaped faintly through the headphones.
Meanwhile, Riku leaned back in his chair and exhaled deeply. The weight in his voice didn't go unnoticed.
Rinko frowned slightly. "Are you okay, Riku?"
Riku opened one eye, offering a tired half-smile. "Not really. The past few days have been packed. Most of my time's been spent helping the other live houses prepare for the TI Group Stage."
Lisa nodded knowingly. "Oh yeah, CiRCLE got picked to host, didn't it? You really had your work cut out for you."
Riku chuckled weakly. "I'm getting used to it... just need to find some time to breathe in between. Even if I'm a youkai with more stamina than most, running from one end of the city to the other every day wears you out mentally too."
The garden froze for a split second. Everyone had heard him. Riku's words hung there—I'm a youkai.
Rinko turned toward her parents, surprised to see neither of them reacting. They looked calm, almost unsurprised. "Mom, Dad… you're not shocked that Riku's a youkai?"
Satomi tilted her head slightly. "Why would we be? We found out back when he had that sleepover at our house."
Rinko blinked. "Wait—what? Then why didn't I hear about it?"
Yuto gave a small chuckle. "Because he asked us not to tell you. He wanted to keep you safe. From your expression, I'm guessing you've already found out on your own?"
Lisa nodded, glancing at Yuyuko. "Yeah. Yuyuko-san told us everything. But still, Riku's Riku. I mean, he wouldn't do anything bad to us, right?"
Riku's tone turned calm but edged with quiet conviction. "There are some youkai who gain power through fear, but we make sure they don't go overboard. Most of us wouldn't harm anyone—unless you give us a reason to. These days, most draw their strength from faith and respect instead."
He shifted his gaze back toward Yukina. "So... how was it?"
Yukina removed the headphones, placing them carefully on the table. Her expression was unreadable at first—eyes closed, hands folded in thought. The others waited in silence.
Finally, she opened her eyes. "It was well done. The composition carries a story on its own. I can already feel its soul, even without lyrics." She looked straight at Mafuyu. "If I may ask, when do you plan to finish this?"
Mafuyu tapped her chin. "If Kanade finishes the lyrics by next week... we can perform it by the beginning of July."
Yukina nodded slightly. "I see. I'll be looking forward to it."
Sayo, who'd been quietly observing, spoke up with a hint of amusement. "You seem pretty invested in them, Yukina-san."
Yukina crossed her arms, unbothered. "They have potential. I want to see where it takes them."
Her tone carried that familiar pride she rarely showed openly—acknowledging not just Mafuyu's work, but the spirit that Riku and his group carried into every performance.
Lisa grinned. "Heh, hearing that from Yukina is like winning a trophy. Better not waste that chance, Mafuyu-chan."
Mafuyu smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I won't. This piece is important—to all of us."
Riku leaned forward slightly, the weariness in his posture giving way to focus. "You've grown a lot since you started composing again. Keep that fire burning, Mafuyu."
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The late morning sun cast soft patterns through the cherry blossoms that hung over the Saigyouji garden. Riku leaned back slightly, resting his elbows on the bench behind him as conversation drifted from one topic to another. The calm breeze was deceptive—it carried the scent of tea and spring, but underneath it, tension flickered quietly.
"Speaking of being invested," Riku began, glancing toward Yukina with a small smile. "I heard from Yosuke-san that you girls have a video shoot coming up next month."
Yukina nodded, her tone calm but edged with a touch of amusement. "We do. At first, I was frustrated—we had to follow a set of strict directions from their team. But when we voiced our opinions, they listened. They helped us make it better, rather than forcing their ideas on us."
That admission pulled a faint smile from Riku. It wasn't often Yukina openly acknowledged compromise, and hearing her do so was proof enough that she'd grown.
"I told you, Yukina," he said quietly. "You just needed the right people backing you. The ones your father worked with before… weren't the right kind. Red Bull knows what they're doing. If they could bring OG back on its feet after everything, they can do the same for Roselia."
Yuto, who had been listening from across the table, looked intrigued. "So that's what it was. That explains the letter we received."
Rinko tilted her head. "Letter?"
Yuto nodded. "Yes. A mail came addressed to us last week. It was all written in Austrian, so we had to get help translating it. Turns out, it was from Red Bull. The letter said they'll be covering all of Roselia's travel expenses starting next year."
The words took a moment to sink in. Then, as realization hit, the girls of Roselia froze—eyes wide, mouths slightly open.
Ako was the first to break the silence. "Wait, seriously?! You mean we don't have to worry about travel costs anymore?!"
Lisa slumped back in her seat with visible relief. "Oh, thank god… that's a huge weight off our shoulders."
Satomi added gently, "That's not all. The letter also mentioned that every time Roselia qualifies for an overseas tournament, Red Bull will handle all your visas personally. That way, you won't have to rely on stand-ins."
Rinko blinked in disbelief. "That's incredible. But… why send the letter to you instead of us?"
Yuto smiled softly. "Probably to make sure we understood what you girls are stepping into. You do know we still worry about you, right?"
"R-Right…" Rinko muttered, cheeks pink.
Before anyone could add more, Youmu approached, her steps quick but composed. She leaned toward Yuyuko, whispering briefly before facing the group.
"Youmu?" Yuyuko asked, curious. "What's wrong?"
Youmu looked uneasy. "Yuyuko-sama, I just got word from Aizawa-san. It seems their arrival will be delayed a bit longer."
"A delay?" Yuyuko frowned, her fan lowering. "That's problematic. What happened?"
Youmu hesitated, then pulled out a tablet. "I think it's better if you see for yourselves."
The screen lit up, displaying a live news feed. A traffic jam stretched across the main highway leading toward Hakugyokurou. Dozens of cars were stopped in every direction, and in the middle of it all—
Riku leaned forward sharply. "What in the…"
Kyoya's voice hardened. "Why is there a giant hole in the road?"
The others leaned in. It wasn't just a hole—it was a massive crater, easily ten meters wide and impossibly deep. Asphalt crumbled at its edges like something had swallowed part of the earth whole.
Lisa clasped a hand over her mouth. "What the hell happened?"
Sayo's voice was quiet but tense. "Imagine the casualties…"
Yuyuko turned to Youmu, her tone serious. "Is there a casualty count?"
Youmu shook her head. "Not yet. They're still confirming whether there are any. The Hinanawi are already investigating the cause."
Riku frowned deeply. "If a hole that size opened, we should've heard or felt something. Unless…"
Kyoya finished the thought. "Unless it wasn't natural. Someone used magic."
The garden went still. Even the air felt heavier.
Youmu's expression darkened. "If that's the case, this might be more serious than we thought. Forget getting the tengu's help—we may need to move out ourselves."
Before anyone could respond, Yuyuko raised her hand. "No need for that, Youmu."
She had stepped away briefly during the commotion and now returned, her usual serene smile hinting that the call went better than expected.
Riku straightened. "How did it go?"
"Megumu agreed to lend us her people," Yuyuko said, folding her fan. "But she wants a twenty percent raise for every tengu we hire."
Kyoya arched an eyebrow. "And you agreed to that?"
"Of course," Yuyuko replied smoothly. "In exchange, we'll have priority access to their information network. Oh, and Aya and Hatate will be under Riku-kun's care."
Riku froze. "SAY WHAT NOW?!"
Rinko blinked. "Wait—if you say it like that…"
Sayo sighed. "That means…"
Yuyuko clasped her hands behind her back, grinning mischievously. "Aya and Hatate will be living with you from now on~"
Riku groaned, dragging a hand down his face. He could already feel the headache forming. "Why me…?"
Kyoya's laugh rumbled quietly beside him. "Ah, the joys of leadership. Don't worry, I'll prepare rooms for them when we return." He smirked. "Consider this… character-building."
Riku muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse, earning a quiet giggle from Mafuyu.
Kyoya waved a hand dismissively. "Relax for now. We've got time. You young ones can do as you please."
Yukina set down her cup, her eyes sharp with curiosity. "If that's the case, then I'd like Riku-san's help with something."
Riku blinked. "My help? For what exactly?"
"I want to understand how you manage your work with Red Bull," Yukina said. "How you deal with the business side of music."
Riku tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "Alright. Let's talk after lunch. It's not as glamorous as people think, but if you're serious, I'll show you."
Yukina nodded once, satisfied.
Meanwhile – On the Alternate Route
The camera of the scene shifted, revealing the dark asphalt of a smaller mountain road. The limousine glided carefully along the narrow bends, its windows reflecting the flutter of black and white wings above.
Aizawa sat in the driver's seat, posture rigid but calm. "Thank you for your assistance, Aya-dono, Hatate-dono."
The tengu reporter, Aya, perched by the open window with her usual grin. "Don't sweat it, Aizawacchi. You're lucky Megumu-sama sent us personally."
Hatate sat beside her, arms crossed and expression composed. "Don't misunderstand, though. We serve under Riku now, but Megumu-sama's orders come first. Right now, our directive is to protect this convoy."
She glanced at her tablet. "By the scouts' latest estimates, we'll reach the repair depot in a few minutes. Once the limo's checked, we can reach Hakugyokurou just after noon."
From the back seat came a calm voice. "I see. Then we're safe for now?"
Hatate nodded. "For the time being, yes. You're under elite escort. Megumu-sama sent her best."
Another voice piped up—this one energetic, brimming with curiosity. "So youkai really exist, nano?! This is crazy!"
Aizawa winced slightly at the noise but said nothing.
Another girl's voice followed, lighter but mischievous. "I wonder if there are ones who like pulling pranks. I can't wait to meet them!"
"Don't get any ideas, you two!" snapped a more responsible tone.
"Calm down, girls," came a soothing voice from the middle seat. "Let's not scare our escorts before we even arrive."
Aya chuckled, flicking her fan open. "Heh, you're a lively bunch. Riku's fiancée is going to have her hands full, that's for sure."
The atmosphere inside the limo lightened slightly, though the unease from earlier still lingered. Outside, the road curved along the edge of the forest where tengu scouts hovered in pairs, scanning the skies. The mountain wind whistled faintly—beautiful, but uneasy.
Hatate glanced through the glass. "Still… that crater back there wasn't natural. You could feel the distortion from kilometers away."
Aya's grin faltered for the first time. "Yeah. Something big's moving again."
Aizawa's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Let's just hope it's nothing connected to Riku-sama's past battles."
The two tengu exchanged brief looks. Neither spoke, but the silence said enough.
As the convoy continued, the sun began to pierce through the canopy, painting the road gold. Despite the calm, everyone inside felt it—the faint tremor beneath the surface, the kind that always came before the storm.
And somewhere beyond the horizon, in the direction of the ruined road, faint traces of energy still pulsed—like echoes of something that should not have been awakened.
The world had gone quiet, but only for now.